Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing R.M.O. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.